Arash and Negin (and Nikoo ?) did a great job when saying goodbye, hiding sad emotions and at the same time warm. I was really grateful, because the imagination of that moment had troubled me (especially after the Arak-goodbye with grandfather…). Still, I had to hide in the room for some minutes before taking the next step.
I went down with my bags, prepared the bike and went up to say goodbye to Shoreh and Amir. The evening before, they had been talking about the water symbol (like in Arak) and the Quran ritual (like in Tabriz). Arash wanted to do both and therefore would have waited for my departure, but I had asked him to leave before me.
When I was at the door and looked back, Shoreh stood by the window and then poured down this water. The equivalent was in my eyes when I biked away.
Then I was in the morning traffic of Shiraz that was chaotic as always but for me also friendly and peaceful, they all just want to go and look for the best way.
It was slightly going down most of the time and I didn’t want to stop for hours, not hungry, not tired, nothing hindering me from biking on and on.
Only the sun was getting to strong and I had to protect especially my nose.
turn back to Shiraz, come on! (On top: Bandar Abbas….)
Maharlu Lake…
…a bit dry
Then I remembered that I had chocolate in my bag and realized that it is my duty to prevent it from melting. I did what has to be done (Arash, please tell Negin that this sentence even works with chocolate!)
It would have been enough for lunch and dinner at least…
What to do if you need a little privacy in a flat area without any trees? On the pic you see a hint!
Sometimes you have to bend down, but you always have shadow and you can do what has to be done
Because of good circumstances and too few breakes, I reached Sarvestan at 1:30. I found the street Hamid had marked but my telephone had stopped working. A man showed me the way to the local Irancell shop. When I was there, a young funny guy came, talking a lot (in Farsi) and in a way telling me that there is no shop. He and some others wanted to invite me for lunch but I tried to explain that I wanted to meet Hamid. I showed them the contact on my phone and they showed me the same contact on theirs. The funny one told me to follow and as I always had been talking about the shop I hoped he would bring me there, but he brought me to Vahid’s house, the uncle of Hamid. He was not at home, so he opened another door and told me to come in. More and more friends and relatives gathered, my information paper went around, tea was served, and I was confronted with a huge pile of rice and eggplant etc., my second lunch.
the “funny one” stands but all others also jolly fellows 🙂
Meanwhile, Hamid arrived
and shortly after I followed a car…
At home, he told me about their pistachio garden, but “garden” in this case is 30ha. In the afternoon, we first went to Irancell, but the SIM card simply is off duty because of a 1month limitation. We came only shortly before dusk to the garden, Hamid showed me around
and then we went to his grandparent’s house. His grandfather had been a shepperd and leading a nomad life, because the sheep had to be brought 500km to the north respectively south according to the seasons.
At home, we had Abgousht, the first home-made for me [by Hamids mother, no photo 🙁 ]
the first of these places I saw in a house in Abadeh and more of them when coming south
